Xiaobai struggled wildly, but could not break free from the constraints. He could only watch his fist hit him down.

"Stop struggling, this is a third-grade mortal weapon, and even the powerful people in the Yuandan realm cannot escape it!"

As his fist fell on his face, Xiaobai felt that the whole world was beginning to spin, and his vision blurred.

Before it could come back to its senses, another punch followed one after another, making Xiaobai feel that the seasoning bottle was overturned in his nose, and the salty and sour air rolled out.

Xiaobai shook his head and his body shaking.

Seeing that Xiaobai was still alive, Zhuge Haoran said in surprise: "After I was hit by these two punches, the Yuandan realm would be not far from death. I didn't expect that you could still live. You are truly a spiritual beast, and your vitality is tenacious."

"You didn't eat, right? Your fists were as soft as cotton." Xiaobai said weakly with his eyes half closed.

"Your life will be taken with a sharp teeth!"

Zhuge Haoran snorted coldly, his fist was covered with a layer of black mist, and a rich evil aura enveloped everyone in the yard.

Everyone stopped fighting, and the people from the Black Water Society were so motivated.

On the other hand, the inn's face was gloomy.

The ancestor of Blood Knife stepped on the ground with his feet, ejected his body, rushed straight, trying to help Xiaobai block the attack, but Lou Guan stopped him in the middle and said expressionlessly:

"You just watch it honestly, don't think about helping."

The Blood Knife Ancestor's teeth squeaked. He had been at a disadvantage in the previous battle, and now he could not break through the obstacles and go to rescue.

An Linqing swept across the sword and killed the close members of the Black Water Association. He was about to come forward to help, but was flooded by the sea.

Tangtang was so scared that she ran away with her head in her arms and forgot to fight back, but the dense blades on her body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He felt the surging breath not far away, turned his head and saw Zhuge Haoran's fists shining coldly in the sun, and his legs suddenly shook into sieves, and he squatted on the ground without thinking.

"It seems that no one can save you."

The breath on Zhuge Haoran's fist became stronger and stronger. He angrily smashed down until he reached the peak, and teased: "You trust Han Shizhou so much, but what about others?"

"He will come back and kill you, I believe him!"

The fist was reflected in his eyes, and Xiaobai's body suddenly burst out with golden flames, forming a flame cover in front of him, temporarily blocking his fist.

But Zhuge Haoran obviously used all his strength in this move, and the flame cover quickly cracked inch and became shaky.

Xiaobai's pupils suddenly tightened, and the golden flames were restrained in his body, and light kept flashing on his body.

I didn't expect that until now I escaped, I would have accomplished nothing, but I was forced to use life-saving methods by a human ant in Yuandan realm. It's ridiculous.

"I'm really going back to life."

Xiaobai had no choice but to mock himself, and raised his eyes and saw that the fire cover in front of him was completely shattered and turned into a light spot in the sky.

I don’t know how long it will take to recover, Si Yufan is really a broom star!

It closed its eyes and waited for its fist to fall, but after waiting for a long time, it still couldn't wait until the pain came.

Xiaobai opened his eyes and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

He set up a horizontal knife, swung Zhuge Haoran's iron fists, and then turned around and grinned: "I didn't expect that one day I would see Mr. Bai in such a embarrassing manner."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you hadn't appeared suddenly, he would have been dead now." Xiaobai's eyes rolled to the back of his head and said lightly.

"Leave the matters to me, you can go and rest first."

Si Yufan turned his head and looked at Zhuge Haoran. The air around him was as cold as if it was in the cold winter: "I said that as long as I am still alive, no one can hurt Xiaobai a feather."

When Zhuge Haoran saw him appear, he was stunned and slowed down for a moment, and a curve appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But I almost killed it just now, what can you do to me?"

Si Yufan's mouth raised slightly, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "You will die!"

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot and appeared ghostly behind Zhuge Haoran, with his left fingers together, and his fists clenched tightly to hit him in the back of his heart.

Zhuge Haoran looked cold, turned around and rounded his fists, bringing a howling wind to face the attack.

The muffled sound of flesh and blood colliding sounded, and the two of them took dozens of steps back at the same time to stabilize their bodies.

Si Yufan twisted his neck and made a crisp voice: "When I was in Qihai Realm, you were afraid of me. Now that I have reached the Yuandan Realm, what else can you deal with me?"

"But I am in the late stage, and you are just entering the Yuandan realm, it's easy to beat you!" After he had already broken his face, Zhuge Haoran had no need to continue pretending.

A crazy look appeared on his face and laughed: "If I hadn't thought that you were a talented person and wanted to absorb you, you would have died long ago!"

Si Yufan spread his hands and said calmly: "If you tried your best to deal with me at that time, maybe I would really fall into your hands, but now you have lost the opportunity."

"You're so confident in yourself?"

"It's completely easy to deal with a mess like you."

"You're not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue!"

Zhuge Haoran's face curled, his feet stepped on the ground hard, and raised his fist and bumped into him like a bull.

Si Yufan took a step, swung his knife and cut it horizontally, and the blade cut a semicircle in front of him, facing the fist that was coming.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Haoran's footsteps were shaking, and he knelt on the ground, rubbed two deep marks and hit his lower abdomen.

Si Yufan's pupils suddenly shrank, and it was too late to avoid them. He had to turn back and slash down angrily and headed straight for Zhuge Haoran's forehead.

Faced with the threat of death, Zhuge Haoran had to retreat for the time being, and his legs ejected and retreated.

But Si Yufan would not give him a chance to breathe, but he saw his body turning into a shadow, bullying his body with lightning speed.

The horizontal swords in his hand were slashed in succession, and the swords were slashed at the same position, forcing Zhuge Haoran to have no power to fight back.

Zhuge Haoran's eyes flashed with a ruthless look. He raised his hand to hold the horizontal knife and slapped Si Yufan's nose.

Si Yufan was caught off guard and was beaten up straight, and a warmth in his nose suddenly surged.

"Shadow swim!"

Zhuge Haoran took advantage of Si Yufan's mistake and stepped out the afterimage, so fast that Si Yufan's eyes could not keep up at all.

The afterimage stepped on the ground, and its steps seemed to be coming from all directions. When Si Yufan heard something was moving on the left, he quickly waved his knife and slashed it over, but he never thought it was empty.

Si Yufan suffocated his breath and quickly turned the blade, but he was still one step late. The fist as big as a casserole brought a strong wind and came from the right side of his cheek.

Before the horizontal sword could return to defense, he punched his right face firmly. The fist wind blew his nose and half of his nose was crooked, and blood was gushing.

Before he could stand firm, another punch came whistling, which made Si Yufan's head buzz, as if he stuffed his head into a bell, and someone was beating outside the bell wildly.

After one wave was not settled, another wave started again, and a new punch came back, and it seemed like a firecracker exploded in the skull cavity, and the vision was so blurred that it could not see things clearly.

Si Yufan shook his head, and the hazy shadow in his eyes was covered with his head.

He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and the spiritual energy suddenly poured into the horizontal sword. The black light on the blade instantly buzzed, and then he swung the knife and cut it horizontally.

Regardless of whether the attack hit the target or not, Si Yufan tapped the ground with his toes and quickly retreated backwards.

He rubbed his eyes and his gaze finally recovered a little. He raised his eyes and saw Zhuge Haoran standing not far away, with the smile on his face looking extremely gloomy.

"I'm so much, but I didn't expect you to be dead yet. You're so tough and thick-skinned!"

Si Yufan grinned, the injuries that were hit on his body, mixed with the pain of bone quenching, pouring into his mind, making him hope to stand firm.

He held his body with a horizontal knife, and the spiritual energy flowed into the blade frantically along his arms. The sound of the knife was like a rhythmic drum beat in everyone's hearts.

Si Yufan turned his head and spitted blood from his mouth, and his mouth stiffly hooked a few times: "Since you have understood this move, you are the first person to try it, and I hope you won't disappoint you.
Chapter completed!